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The Builder

Twenty calls to repair my roof,

Three turn up, and that’s the truth.

And of those three one quote is sent,

I wonder where the others went.

The price is high but it must be done,

I gave the job to Bodge snd Son,

‘Be round next week before the snow’,

And that was fourteen weeks ago.

On the first of April they did appear,

And stripped my roof from front to rear.

Exposed the beams both day and night,

Then scampered off to a better site.

I sit here now , house soaked in rain,

The job not done but I dare not complain,

I have paid some money and lost my pride,

I think i’ve been taken for a ride.

Taken from he book Get In Touch With Your Talking Heads by Peter Bull

Published inMoneyPOETRY